Lyrics

I'm a loyalist, baby The roots to the tree I stick in when the torrent rages Won't you sway with me Giving incinerator – born in your side We got a thirst for better or worse Let's drink it dry When ambition's missing When fog fills my eyes Jolt me with the shove of love Guide me in ties We're all shepherds, baby We don't need no gods We embrace that fleeting grace And find beauty in flaws We got trajectory Out of the factory… When your will wrinkles weary and worn When thе hours pull taught and torn I will sew your pattern into me Wеaving the chaos in close company When the blanket of days wears thin Cover me in warmth again Without you, the seams pull apart The thread to the fabric – the sum of all parts